First, let me say that if anyone is offended by this, my last post to this site, you have my apologies, even though I meant to offend.
I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.
I'd like to take a big-rig truck and slaughter eighty three.
I march on in with all my bros, pissing on every tree.
A citizen of the world I be, I'm here by right you see.
You silly French, you dopy Krauts, you foppish English dogs
Your constitutions mean as much to me a frog shit found in bogs!
But you should have no fear of me, I'll never eat your hogs;
Though give the Profit (peace be upon him) your smart mouth you'll find your heads on logs.
I'd like to have my neighborhoods where your police can't go.
You thought perhaps this was your land but soon you'll come to know
You owe me my existence, your vote is but a show,
I have your politicians and your only just Joe Blow.
I'd like to catch a soldier and hack him up with knives,
Then stand around in his blood before your kids and wives.
I'd like a trial civil, where your western law survives,—
Call you all white racists, you'll love my jeers and jives.
I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.
I've come from northern Africa across that middle sea.
I'll hang around a little while, to see what I might see,
And laugh to think what'd happen, you pull this crap in my country.
I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.
I'd like to take a big-rig truck and slaughter eighty three.
I march on in with all my bros, pissing on every tree.
A citizen of the world I be, I'm here by right you see.
You silly French, you dopy Krauts, you foppish English dogs
Your constitutions mean as much to me a frog shit found in bogs!
But you should have no fear of me, I'll never eat your hogs;
Though give the Profit (peace be upon him) your smart mouth you'll find your heads on logs.
I'd like to have my neighborhoods where your police can't go.
You thought perhaps this was your land but soon you'll come to know
You owe me my existence, your vote is but a show,
I have your politicians and your only just Joe Blow.
I'd like to catch a soldier and hack him up with knives,
Then stand around in his blood before your kids and wives.
I'd like a trial civil, where your western law survives,—
Call you all white racists, you'll love my jeers and jives.
I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.
I've come from northern Africa across that middle sea.
I'll hang around a little while, to see what I might see,
And laugh to think what'd happen, you pull this crap in my country.
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